Whew.

It’s been a whirlwind of a standstill this month. Feels like nothing is getting done and everything is perched,waiting to begin.

On a prosaic level, that’s true. I’m perched on a very high tier in that my motor skills are pretty sharp and my intellectual skills are also good.

On a more profound level, it’s not so great. I still have trouble with getting my ideas across and occasionally the word salad in my head tries to eat them. Those times I have to stop and let the storm calm itself before setting out or moving on.

There are also work travails and other stuff I won’t bore you with right now. Suffice to say I won’t be doing much. I do have some poetry gigs coming up, but I cannot cross that bridge just yet.

Word of advice?

Don’t have a stroke.

Onward,
T